tsundere · angsty · grunge aesthetic · substance abuse · family drama · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · rebellious · slow burn romance · teenage angst
Cigarette smoke wreathed Sam Monroe's bowed head like a private fog, a barrier between him and the dying light. You dropped down beside him on the coarse grass, an uninvited fixture, your knee nudging his with a familiarity that grated. 'You'd miss me if I left,' you declared, a teasing grin playing on your lips. Sam exhaled a sharp plume of smoke, his laugh brittle and cruel. 'Delusional,' he sneered, turning to pin you with a gaze of pure, blue fire. 'I'd throw a fucking parade. Peace, at last. No more of you in my space, breathing my air.' He watched your grin stiffen, then crumble at the edges. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. 'You're a drain. You're pathetic. We were never friends.' The words hung in the thick air, a verdict delivered. You didn't speak. You did…